Arogan's Wife Belongs to a Doctor

Chapter 102 - Failing Again

CHAPTERS 102

At 9 pm Dwyne walked restlessly in the room, his legs were somehow just wandering around in the room. Every 5 minutes he glanced at the clock on the nightstand, then his gaze turned to the outside of the balcony. Deliberately Dwyne opened it, he was waiting for someone who always made him nervous these few days.

Phone calls and messages never get a reply from God, even the man did not open the green chat application. “What is busy?”, asked Dwyne, moving her chin with the thumb of her right hand. Dwyne landed her butt on a sofa bed where there were blankets and pillows that were commonly used by God.

“God, huh you suck”, grumbled Dwyne , waiting uncertain for her husband's arrival. Though Dwyne was ready to welcome the Gods home, she dressed up as beautiful as possible and used her best dress, but up to 2 hours of waiting just made a sore foot as well as head.

Forced Dwyne to close the balcony door, in addition to not want the cold to be more open in the bones, and his body only uses a dress with shoulders very open. Sighing in a rough breath, 30 minutes passed Dwyne who was tired of standing for almost 2 hours now massaged her legs then held a crying Denver.

His physical fatigue as well as his mind and heart were always arguing, thinking of ideas to steal the attention of the Gods. Making Dwyne sleep while holding Denver in her arms.

The door of the room began to open, before entering deeper the smiling God saw Dwyne who was currently sitting on the sofa bed. Of course this man can only stare at the back of his woman, long brown hair and the shoulder part that slightly spoils the eyes.

“Dwyne?”, call God find no movement. The closer the God approached, he was flabbergasted upon seeing the warm scene before him. Dwyne sleeps hugging their baby, quickly God moves his tiny baby to the baby box.

“Honey, good sleep yes. Sorry papa just returned home”, kissed the baby's head covered in a blue knit hat. His black bead turned back to the wife who was so sleepy on the sofa. The god did not want Dwyne to be sore, holding a slow body that he missed so much. Lying Dwyne on a big bed .

God's forehead shriveled when he realized Dwyne's appearance was different, even though it was night and hour of sleep but his wife used a dress and makeup on the face. What might forget to erase?, thought the Gods. Didn't want to be overconfident if Dwyne put herself as pretty as possible just to welcome the Gods.

“No Gods, don't expect more”, Gods shook their heads quickly, smiling wryly. Then stroked the wife's cheek. “Beautiful dreams Dwyne my wife”.

Dwyne who heard the faint sound of water gurgling immediately woke up, seen the clock apparently at 12 pm, “Hah I overslept”, the screech slowly, blink both eyes, restore hair and get off the soft mattress.

Dwyne was sure the Gods had reached home, currently taking a bath. Dwyne's rush is mirrored just to tidy up and make sure she looks perfect tonight. “Argh why should sleep all”, he bend face. Can not be denied the face of the pillow is still printed clearly, but no matter what is important can accompany her husband to sleep later.

“Dwyne?”, call God to surprise the woman who is combing her hair.

“Yes”, squeak Dwyne rubbed the chest using a comb.

“Didn't you sleep? Do my activities in the bathroom interfere?”, asked Dewa, “Sorry, then from tomorrow I will use the bathroom in the workspace course”, Dewa believes his wife is raging because her sleep is disturbed.

“Eh don't”, spontaneously Dwyne moves closer, why her husband is even more away. No, he will not let the gods further create a gap between them.

“Ummm, God, would you like to eat? I'll make something for you”, bargain Dwyne, hurry out of the room. While God shook his head, his female behavior was very strange these few days, not the haughty Dwyne.

After wearing a nightgown, God followed his wife who now looked busy in the clean kitchen. Dwyne was silent, looking down at the floor. Confused, yes confused, he was not trained to cook, until just breaking eggs makes this kitchen smell fishy.

“What food for me is done?”, the flat voice of God managed to divert Dwyne.

The woman shook her head weakly without power, so lethargic not once but 6 times Dwyne failed to break the egg. This beautiful fingernail is also, scented onions and other kitchen spices.

“God, sorry”, said Dwyne so quietly, she felt unable to pamper her husband, apparently attracting the attention of someone we love is so difficult, need more energy.

God knows his wife is not good at cooking, except fruit juice. Approaching Dwyne, the two eyes of the God fiddled at the chaos that ensued, he smiled stiffly at his wife.

“Sit there”, Pinta Dewa pointed to the chair he had been sitting on. Taking over the role of Dwyne, the God of cooking vegetable omelette 2 servings. It didn't take long to finish everything, even Dwyne was now clean and not restless.

“This”, God keeps a plate containing eggs in front of his wife.

“Well, fail again”, his murmur was very lethargic, the intention he had accumulated until his beautiful nails got dirty had to end up in vain. He who has climbed near the top must be slammed into the valley.

“What Dwyne? Failed it? You mean?”, the God who does not understand, asked a thousand questions from the look on his face. But do not want to also take a headache, the gods are engrossed in eating this delayed dinner.

“I should have served him but... ah, that's it, huh. Why it became like this”, complained Dwyne in the heart. He glanced at the clean kitchen that had returned to its original state, there were no broken eggs and cookware everywhere. Dwyne looked down embarrassed, as if the stove and his friends were laughing at his stupidity .

“If you are full, can go to the room and sleep, your condition must be healthy”, Dewa stands siding with dirty dishes.

“Eh, no. I'm hungry, yes hungry”, replied Dwyne hastily, lest God be disappointed the results mamakannya ignored by Dwyne.

The god gave a smile, leaning on the big fridge. I don't know what changed his wife, Dwyne ate ravenously until her mouth was full of food.

Oh of course, Dwyne was aware of the God's point of view, until he choked on the egg in his mouth.

“Arrrgh pesky, aaarghh outrageous”, swearing himself in the heart, Dwyne is eager to curse his folly tonight. Broken was already a graceful and charming image before the eyes of the husband.

“This”, God put a slice of warm lemon water.

“Te-“, Dwyne's sentence hangs in the air, stings piercing body and heart, God left her in the kitchen alone, the man chose to enter the room as quickly as possible.

“Dewa”, call Dwyne growled, instead of accompanying her until she spends drinking the God just like that.

...TBC...